DND story time.

>I was playing a chaotic evil mage, my DnD group was me, a cleric, a warrior, a ranger, and a rouge.
>We got t a town with zombies wandering everywhere, people changing shortly after we talk to them.
>We eventually meet a priest who says that only people who drink from the holy water aren't affected.
>Apparently he has nice royal looking robes and head gear.
>While my friends were trying to get information, I was drawing my weapon.
>The priest glanced at me nervously, but continued to tell us how a cleric passed through the town recently, but disappeared in the nearby caves.
>Figured that was enough information and I tried to stab the **** out of him.
>I rolled a one and shanked our warrior who was the one talking to him, and scared the **** out of both him and the priest.
>After apologizing the the accidental meat shield, I corrected my mistake and said I was merely aiming for the priest.
>Eventually our cleric, being the goody two shoes he was, grappled me and dragged me out of the church, shortly after the priest barricaded the church.
>When I was asked why I attacked the priest, I said that he was shady as **** , but really, I just wanted to wear his kick ass robes and funny hat.
>(Our rogue later set the place on fire being of the same alignment, and sharing the opinion that churches being fine in a zombie apocalypse is always shady as **** . I could sadly not steal the priests clothes.)
>Anyway, after doing the dungeon the priest told us to do, we found out that the zombie apocalypse was caused by a ring of zombification.
>It was sitting in a well that connected to the lake, and anything that drank from the water of the lake was doomed to be zombified.
>Anyway, after having to swim through the well due to the cave collapsing we all nearly drowned in said death water, and were forced to skedaddle to a nearby town to purify ourselves and destroy the rings curse at yet another church.
>As we traveled, I learned the ring can turn anyone I make contact with into a zombie if I am wearing it, no control, just mindless.
>After we approached the town, I slugged behind the team to put on the ring. (DM had us roll a perspective check. Everyone failed. I used notes so the party wouldn't know what I was doing.)
>After we got to the town I took the "responsibility" of bringing the ring to the churches as the rest of the team did their shopping.
>"Hey, nice to meet you." I would say as I shook the hands of the npcs. Eventually I got to the church. I told them, "hey, doc, I got a curse of zombification that needs fixing, how much it cost." and then purified the death waters hold. High level town = high level clerics.
>After I was cured, I then proceeded to shake their hands with the un-ringed finger....
>Zombies and dead people EVERYWHERE! Because direct contact was made, the effects enacted much quicker, and my party all knew exactly what I did.
>"I know, we should get fixed, but the town is totally lootable right now, we should loot it."
>Rogues agree with me, cleric and warrior straight up attack me. They get back stabbed by the two rogues.
>"Sweet, free loot for us, high five?"
>"How about no?" The DM made them do an int check. They only needed 4 or better on a d20....
>one rolled a two, and the other rolled a 3....
>Before they could realize their mistake, I cast sleep on both of them.
>Entire table is cursing my name, i'm laughing as hard as a Santa Clause at poor people. Up until the point I got overrun and eaten to death by zombies.
>My last words were, "IF ONLY I HAD ADEQUATE MEAT SHIELDS!"

And that's the story of how I destroyed an entire town, attempted to mug a priest, and wiped our whole party because I decided I want to be a huge asshole for a game and see how it goes.