Hi fellow GOGers! Theme Hospital is finally released but alas I have no time whatsoever to play it. But I believe you do so here is the deal: I buy it for you and you play it instead of me, just like the last time:
http://www.gog.com/en/forum/general/finish_the_journal_and_win_the_game
The rules are more or less the same: you have to finish the journal to get the game. It's just the deadline that is significantly shorter. Please remember that the originality is the most desired feature! Everything else is less important. So to keep it short:
- just one essay per person
- up to 500 words (roughly)
- you can post your essay here or send them by PM
- the deadline: 14th April 2012
- style is up to you (formal, grotesque, psychedelic, whatever you wish)
- it doesn't have to be related to the Theme Hospital (so in other words you don't need to know the game to enter the contest)
- PRIZE: THEME HOSPITAL (but this time I may give it to more than just one person if I feel that several journals are great)

The unfinished journal:

I had just one reason to finish the Medical University. I wanted to help others. Save their lives, relieve their pain, restore their health. Nothing more. I didn't care about money, prestige, career, gratitude, no, nothing like that. Just to help people... But than I've realized it's not enough. I cannot help two people at the some time. So many times I had to choose: give a chance to survive for one person and let the other die at the same time. That wasn't fair. I couldn't take it anymore. So I became a head of a hospital ward. That was the best decision I've ever made! Finally I was able to help the humanity, not just individual human beings. And it was perfect! Perfect for so many years! Perfect until... well, perfect until now! Because...

Good luck! And remember... make it original!

Then I recieved a telegram from my father in Carpathia, who's death bed request was that I continue his lifes work in his secret laboratory in the basement of his gloomy castle, even though he knew my hatred for all his electrical doodads, it dawned on me that I could finally realise my true destiny and be able to CONTROL LIFE ITSELF!!111!!11MUHAHAHAhahaha!!!

Dont want the game, I just couldn't resist. :)

+rep for the givaway :)

Leeches! So many leeches! Why the hell did I build on top of a swamp? Then again, old doctors used leeches. Perhaps this would be a good time to explore the continued medical use of leeches in every day application, such as.... leeches to the testicles, puss draining, sticking them on open wounds for the painkiller-like spit that they release. Maybe I'll bore out the dead ones to sell as make-shift condoms.... no, too far. But why stop at leeches anyway? Saws, mallets, trepanning, wooden stakes, holy water, blood letting, perhaps all of them were on to something back then. Either way, I've got work to do and a mess of patients that I should use for testing.

The world is not yet ready for progress. I see the angry mob approaching from the windows of my office, the fire in their fiery eyes as bright as their torches. Ah, those poor fools, how can i blame them for having such simple minds. All my research is going to be lost, I fear. I only wanted to help these people. True, some of my experiments are a bit macabre or horrifying, to the unenlightened eye. Yet their benefits were going to enrich everyone. Sadly, these ignorant peasants only see evil in my ways, like a rabid dog that bites the hand of his feeder.

I hear them banging on the doors, I shall bring the secret to restore life to the dead into my grave then.

And maybe it'll be enough to get me out of it again.


Not participating btw, I'm not terribly interest in the game

The only problem was... that another Hospital was built near ours.
I just couldn't accept it !

I WAS THE ONE, ONLY I COULD SAVE LIVES AND LOOK FOR THE WELLFARE OF OTHERS. I was enraged ! What right did they have ? What arrogance to build an Hospital just near ours as if we couldn't handle the whole planet's misery and pain by ourselves !
I had studied, and worked so hard for anybody to rob me of my purpose in life.

I had to react fast, my dream, my hapiness was being crushed by a 7-floor gargantuant thing of marble !
Was could I do ?
I remembered I had a "friend", a contact rather... In demolition.,,
And soon a plan began to form in my head, It was brilliant.

More injured meant more victims and clients !
And the staff of the new Hospital would very soon, If the plan worked, be converted from healers to victims, my very source of food..euh satisfaction.
They were all potential victims I could heal !

As I write my last entry in this journal, I'm off with a bag full of dynamite sticks...
I might not be back, but if I succeed, I'll retain my purpose in life.

...reality struck.

...in the end, I was making the same choices only with larger numbers. My sanity and grip on reality slowly releasing with each passing day. I hadn't gone anywhere just changed the variables. My mind snapped until there was nothing left, nothing but suffering from my own choices. Nothing left but a single way out. That sad land no one wishes to visit. Pills would be my ticket. The journey would come tonight with a quick sip of wine and then darkness.

.. I decided to do some experiments on our deceased patients. I couldn't take it that we still cannot save everyone. It took it's toll on me slowly; the heartbreak of not being able to save others that people dearly loved. I went into the labs slowly perfecting a cure... to end death.
Took many tries, but I finally succeeded. I could now save EVERYONE! Death is of the past. I can never fail anyone! I feel like a god... the power to breath new life into someone.
-maniacal laughter- ...

...that dithering idiot, Jenkins, came along. Who does he think he is acting like he owns the place! Sure, things started off small; coming into work dressed like a clown, the musical numbers, the fart machines, ugh >:/

How are we supposed to be taken seriously when one of our professionals now regularly comes into work dressed as a clown. Last time I checked, I wasn't the assigned to run the mental ward. One way or another I'll get Jenkins fired if it is the last thing I'll do.

And the bastard had the nerve to take the last piece of cake from the cafeteria, everyone knows the cake is mine.

.. I begin to think why should I only be in charge of a hospital? I cannot help people who cannot come to my hospital at the same time. So many times I had to choose: give a chance to survive for all my hospital patients and let others who cannot come here die at the same time. That wasn't fair. I couldn't take it anymore. So I begin renting, or even buying other hospitals. I became a head of multiple hospitals. That was the best decision I've ever made! Finally I was able to help the humanity, not just patients from a certain hospital only. And it was perfect! Perfect for so many years! Perfect until... well, perfect until now! Because...

* just want to post that, not entering the contest :-)

I believe we have the first winner! I've never actually finished the journal by myself but had three or four general ideas how to do it. Later I've decided that if anybody finishes it the way I thought will get Theme Hospital instantly. One of my ideas included:
1) brooding that the head of a hospital ward is still not enough
2) experimenting on dead patients
3) beating the death itself
4) going crazy in the process
Let as see the Jennywenny' journal: Hmm... number 1? Check!
2? Check!
3? Check!
4? Double-check!
Theme Hospital is all yours!

But the contest is definitely not finished! That was a special prize so you can still win your own copy!

Good luck!

Thank you very much. Didn't expect to win!
Good luck to the others in the next drawing of Ghorpm's contest!

… My prehensile tail, it had returned once again. After having it removed multiple times as a child, the tail had grown back on my body. For years I had believed that I had left the life of a “Monkey Boy” behind me. Leaving the circus, removing my tail, and going to Medical School to fulfill my dream of helping others was the best move of my life, but with a tail I will never be aloud to practice medicine in my hospital anymore.

After trying to remove the tail once again, I found that the tail cannot be removed from my body without me dying this time. So I decided to resign and return to the circus once more. After traveling for a while I returned to the circus I had once been a part of to see that it had been abandoned. After looking for a while I found the Circus Master’s room with a note with nothing more then an address on it. It was my decision to then follow this address and find out what had happened to the place I had once called my home.

Driving for hours on end, I finally reached the new address. I can only describe this place as a traveling hospital. Upon entering I found that all my old friends had followed my leave and created a traveling hospital with circus freaks as the staff. Spleen Girl, The Mustached Mustache, and Bat Ball were all working there as staff. Upon arriving I was offered a job at this traveling hospital and began my new career as Monkey Doctor.

... I made a small error in my early experiments. At that time, when I started my practice at the Heal-R-Us medical institute, I was conducting research with my mentor, Dr. Felix. We made a breakthrough discovery, that could revolutionise health care forever! Imagine, if you will, a patient with a terminal case of lung cancer. A sad state of affairs, and apart from chemotherapy and prayer, there is no known cure. But we found that many individuals have something we called "repressed healing gene". The RHG showed huge healing potential if it could be activated. The person would be healed from within itself, thus eliminating the vast majority of terminal cases forever! There was a catch, however... The process of activating was problematic, and there would be no way of repressing it after the fact. The experiments were shelved, since no willing test subject could be found. It was so frustrating.
Years later, after finishing my specialisation in exotic diagnostics (and finally kicking my addiction to pain pills... long story), I finally found a willing test subject! Me! True, I took some unnecessary risks, but gene activation came a long way since when we had to stop the experiments. And after two weeks of frustration, I was able to finally succeed in one crucial test - I was able to heal my chronic bladder problem. Long story. Anyway, the gene fixed me right up, had no problems since, and it even deactivated itself in the process. What a success.
Many years after that, with a hospital under my guidance and a 2% mortality rate (regrettably, I have to make a few sacrifices, or the Ministry of health would get suspicious... I make their suffering as brief as possible), I was well on my way of getting the cure secretly clinically tested and then hopefully approved by the commission. The results were astonishing, they really were! 100% Success rate with all of our patients on my RHG treatment. With just a slight... well, problem. The gene can sometimes reactivate by itself, and when it does, it works indefinitely, even when the person dies. Long story short, I have an individual in the basement who refuses to stay dead. Was on the "hopeless" list, then got RHG'd after going into coma. So now, nothing can kill him. Overdose, blood loss, shotgun to the head, Rebecca Black w/o auto-tune, I've tried everything! There is no way to kill that son of a bitch. I'm just gonna bury him in the hospital backyard and continue with my experiments. He started to show some severe mental problems that RHG can't (or doesn't want to) cure, it seems. Now, I must concentrate, I am getting a bid for honorary residency at another hospital. I must heal more people. I must help them. I must I must.

Edit: whoops, had to fix something.

We have a second winner. Check out what Titanium conjured:
I'm pretty sure that whatever may come next this journal entry definitely deserve the prize and therefore there is no need to wait for the end of the contest. You are free to play your game right now!

But I also have one personal comment comment: after reading your journal I asked myself: who the hell is Rebecca Black? Well, now I know so if by any chance you actually knew how to activate the RHG I would gladly undergo this treatment to cure the brain damage this lovely girl just caused!

Yeah... Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal...

Oh man! I'm totally nuts... you DELIBERATELY did this to my and I'm giving you a game for THAT!

Fun, fun, think about fun...

Please be quick with this RHG. I don't know if I can survive any longer...

PS The contest is still NOT finished. There will be at least one more winner!