You begin to kill animals for artistic inspiration

Something which guided his deft fingers once again to the palette and to the easel...

It becomes clear to you now that your paintings are too pedestrian and uninspired, that, even as you improve your skills, the paintings themselves are inadequate. You must breathe the fires of your burning soul onto the canvas, let the pigments drip with the blood of your own wounded heart... but how to raise your creativity to new heights, to allow your emotion to soar... how? how?

A flash of inspiration comes to you at the startling sound of a stray cat prowling outside your window, meowling to be let in. Is this your muse made manifest? You rush over and quickly open the window, allowing the creature to enter the small confines of your room. It purrs and meows, inviting you to adore it... but you become frenzied, a sudden, terrible urge overcoming you. Yes, you know what you must do. You grab the cat by the throat and strangle it, wrenching the neck, snapping fragile bones... and now sweet shame, guilt... pleasing to your canvas, allowing you to pour out all the feelings that you were unable to express previously as strokes, all the shades and colours of the evil that lives in the hearts of men...

It is your finest painting yet.

1. Animals are not enough for you -- human lives must be taken to ensure your paintings are their best
2. You decide to kill yourself to guarantee that this last painting is your best
3. You suffer a nervous break down and cannot paint any more