Here's mine - just thought of it now:
I would rather see innocent blood tragically shed, the flesh torn violently to pieces, the bones powdered into dust, than nothing at all!
I would rather suffer a thousand evils than be spared all types of feeling and sensation.
The above would be the beginning of a tale of an outlaw, an artistic romantic vagabond, one who delights in excitement, Carpe Diem, he is the man-of-the-hour. But, he soon realises that the people he begins to feel attached to do not share this sentiment and desert him, and slowly, bit by bit, he falls into depression and pessimism and... well... then you can finish the rest.
By the way, the story I've made up will not be written by me, so if you wish, feel free to experiment with it, if you like it.
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