Heh, I've only ever played one D&D game, set in the 4e Dark Sun setting. I am playing an Elven Druid. We hit level 8 tonight. None of the party have chosen any alignment, in fact the DM specifically avoids it. Tonight we were crawling through the dungeons of a palace of the Sorcerer Queen, and we come across this room with her fancy psionic bird on a magical tree of life in it. Earlier I had found a very expensive herb that boosted psi abilities, and the Ardent (psionic healer) who I had given it to... FEEDS THE FUCKING BIRD WITH THE VESPA WEED, after it just asked "food?"
The bird then psychically demands more, the monk steps forward to attack the bird and both him and the Ardent take a load of damage. while I'm fuming about the fact that the herb AND the bird were 1) valuable 2)I'm pissed that they didn't FREE the bird or at least consider its financial value for resale, and 3)they fed it something that if they had asked me with my 21 WIS and Nature skill up the wazoo, would have told them that it was a Bad Plan. The monk then STUPIDLY KILLS THE FUCKING BIRD, which lets out a psionic alarm which brings about 8 guys in the employ of the sorcerer queen belting down the corridor baying for our blood. To top this, tho, is the fact that the Fighter in our party has the randomly allocated "wild" psionic ability to communicate psychically. So we COULD have quite happily stolen the bird, used it as an ally and then sold it or freed it. I did wander off with a cutting of the magical tree, to see if i could make a funky potions from it once I get back to my garden. My party is not going to hear the end of this beef from me for some time. Bastards.