Context: A friend of mine started a Pathfinder game for the RP guild at our school, but everyone who ended up joining had never played Pathfinder before, and for two of the players this was their very first game at all. I had a very stressful schedule that semester, but agreed to rearrange some things so I could join the game as an experienced player. I asked the DM if I could play a lawful evil drow-blooded gunslinger, but even though he didn’t like the idea he said I could if the rest of the party agreed (probably assuming the rest of the party, consisting of an alchemist, a druid, and a cleric, would say no). They said yes. Over the next couple weeks the DM and I had a falling out, but I still went to the games. The sessions became our ground for cold war. One week, the party was hired to prove a client was not responsible for a series of murders. By midway through the session, we went to an alchemy shop and met its very suspicious owner and her husband, Unfortunately, we couldn’t find any evidence. During the day.
Me: Let’s come back tonight and break in.
Alchemist: Why? We don’t have any evidence.
Me: I work for the mob. I know a bad guy when I see one.
Druid: But isn’t the mob trying to kill you because you got the boss’ son arrested?
Me: Why are you questioning me? We were hired to prove the innocence of these… good… innocent… people. And to do that we need to break into an alchemy shop. *to the alchemist* Aren’t you running low on supplies? We could just run and get them. For very cheap.
Alchemist: We can’t break in.
Me: Wait, you’re right. Does anyone have thieves’ tools? (The alchemist does.) Now we can break in.
Me (OOC): Okay, so when everyone is asleep, I steal her thieves’ tool and break in to the alchemy shop… with my gun drawn.
I make all the necessary rolls, mostly because the rest of the party happens to roll poorly. I proceed to break into the alchemy shop and discover a secret basement, where I find the shop owner and hold her at gunpoint. Unfortunately, she has goons, and it takes a while for the rest of the party to catch up with me. The cleric is almost immediately knocked out, and there are a few rounds of grueling battle without a healer. Eventually I get fed up with the onslaught of mooks, and decide to try to intimidate them by shooting one of them in the groin. I miss the first time, but the second time I shoot a guy’s dick clean off, and the rest go running. We then encounter the shop owner’s husband, but my gunslinger simply sneaks around while everyone is talking and knocks him out cold. I then leave the shop owner and her husband with the rest of the party and go around the basement, lifting loot and collecting evidence so we can finally get paid. After successfully ransacking the place, I find a secret door that leads to a cell where half a dozen NPCs are being kept.
DM: Yeah, so… you weren’t actually supposed to go to the shop then. Those NPCs were supposed to have been other murder victims for later… But you saved them! … You (me) are immediately declared the town’s hero.
Me (OOC): What. Do not do this. Guys, stop him.
The party does not stop him. In character, they tell the police that I was the one who suggested we investigate the alchemy shop.
DM: The police come and commend you for your brave acts of heroism for saving the town and uncovering a drug and slave smuggling ring.
DM: It’s early morning when you exit the shop, but there is already a crowd in the streets. The dwarves you rescued begin loudly spreading tales of your cunning and valor. People begin singing. The dwarves tell you that they plan on making a statue of you to place in the town square.
Me (OOC): Do not Jaynestown me.
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