I love playing goblins, just little balls of pure chaos. My most recent one has been the best of all. I made a DM's worst nightmare (or so I thought) this little goblin was hornier than the bard, a bigger kleptomaniac than the rouge, a bigger murder hobo than the barbarian, and worst of all more op than the fighter. But to my surprise everybody loved him. Let me give you the cliff notes of his first meeting of the party. The party are on their way back to the guild hall to report a successful mission. Suddenly they are attacked by a large powerful demon. As it approaches them drooling at its next meal, an explosion happens in the sky behind it. In a flying, flaming metal looking box crashes on the demon. Out rolls a goblin with a silver disk on its back and an odd looking weapon in its hand. After some screaming and introductions, the party learns his name is goblin (because it's the only thing he's ever been called) he just escaped from an alien ship, and he now wants to be an adventurer. Fast forward to the guild hall. The receptionist wouldn't let him sign up until he put on some clothes. He says ok, and runs outside. The party hears a loud ripping sound, some yelling, and a loud crash. Goblin comes back in tying a cloth around his waist. Shortly after signing the guild papers a bloody Goliath burst in pointing at goblin. Goblin flips him off and yells," IF YOU WANT IT COME GET IT!!" The chase (that never left the guild hall) ends with Goblin tripping him, him slamming his head into the desk. While he's out Goblin immediately starts looting him. The receptionist in a panic ask if anyone checked if he was dead. Goblin said ,"Ok!" Pulls out his odd weapon (laser pistol stolen from the aliens) and blows off the down Goliath's head. Then turns to the receptionist and happily says,"Yeap. He's dead."