I'm a Ghost Person now. I'm not sure if that's awesome or sad.
On the one hand, I'm immortal, so long as I don't get any of my limbs hacked off.
But on the other, Ghost People can't talk, so I'd have to pick up sign language to converse with my fellow toxic monsters.
Wait, do Ghost People ever talk to each other? Or do they just spend all their time looking for the occasional tourist to stab or blow up? It just occurs to me that I have no idea what Ghost People do besides try to kill people. I mean there's gotta be something.
I've got it, I will become the Ghost People king! First we shall mobilize and gather our strength, then we shall fall upon the wasteland, bringing the toxic cloud that has birthed us and block out the sun! Post-apocalyptic America will never know joy or relative contentment again! BWAhahahahhahahaha!