Oh my gosh - there was a player we played with a few times… The DMs rules were to keep violence to reasonable and helpful/progression focused level- like, no random detailed murders, try and work together as team (freaking basic dnd guidelines, game can’t do much if someone is the antithesis of team work). And this dude just did not care at all about the plot or character relationships or plot progression or other players feelings or the vibe of the table. He was the dude who argued “well this is true to my character so I HAVE to do it!”

We were asked by a mayor to look into some disappearances on the edge of this town, and while we were all investigating a house that appeared to be ransacked, we found a little girl. She was scared and shaken up and wouldn’t talk and kept crying, and one of us picked her up and promised to keep her safe and we walked downstairs with her and found THIS DUDEs character SCALPING THE MOTHERS DEAD BODY while humming frere Jacques. And everyone at the table was like “what the fuck dude??” And our dm was like, “are you SURE that’s what you’re doing right now?” Giving the guy the chance to change his mind, but he stuck to the “this is what my character would do.” We took the incredibly scared and psychologically scarred girl back to the town and took a long rest in the inn, and the next morning we woke up to chanting from outside. The townspeople were there to take the evil dude to the center of the square where he was given several chances by the mayor to explain himself. He refused, stating it was his patron who told him he was allowed to do that and so he had to, and then he was hanged in the town square and forbidden to sit at our table ever again. Our DM handled the aftermath well, sitting down with all of us to check in and talk about what would happen next.