IP1, CT1: Zach(possesed)--18, Brick--15, Thunder--13, Max--13
Edge: Brick-0/3, Zach-5/5, Thunder-1/2, Max-1/2
Suddenly out of the blue for no apparent reason at all the drone which is lifted a few feet off the ground by its legs just plunkers down as one of them gives way. The sacks of coffee fall over and hit the ground, thank ghost without ripping open.
[OOC: Brick's turn, then Thunder.]