The Asshole Elven Navy game

A couple weeks back, after having been a gamer for a decade, I finally got to play a session of DnD... 3.5, Spelljammer. It turned out to be one of the best and most tear-inducingly hilarious gaming sessions I've ever been in, thanks to the character interactions. There we were, stuck on a tiny Elven Imperial Navy dragonfly ship far from the reach of central command: four young guys who had to work together to survive, who we soon realized hated each other with a passion.

I thank the alignment system... And a certain amount of desire among us to run like hell with it. Mike, who played the captain, announced in the midst of character generation that he wasn't going to be playing Lawful Neutral, he was going to be playing Lawful Asshole. "Wait, Mike... Playing?" And we're off!

We were all, of course, taking the system with due solemnity. Our characters were "Fyrre", "Yyse", and "Greydanse" with an E and an S... And then there was the hadozee, who I'm afraid, as asshole racist imperialist superior elves, we only ever called "Hey! Monkey!" He cursed us all in muttered Sylvan, which none of the three elves spoke.

( Alignment, couple of good bits and one brilliant )