In this magical world you must pick a side as it pertains to reanimated corpses: Ghast or Zombie? Are you horrified at the thought of a rotting corpse huffing its rancid breath on your neck as it prepares to devour you? Or are you more frightened by the notion of a berobed, haunted soul, casting its necrotic curses from afar, then silently advancing upon you to steal your life force while it stares at you with its empty, unfeeling eye sockets? Me, I'm a ghast person ALL THE WAY. Zombies are loud, slow, oafish. Give me a eerily floating dessicated carcass ANY DAY. Zombies are for concupiscent youths and meathead axe-wielders with delusions of grandeur.
