"Players, for 13 rounds you've taken part in the greatest game show ever made. The contestants have been driven to the brink of failure only to unite and drive out three wolves in a row. But tonight, they're not certain. The votes are spread out and some couldn't decide at all." Nick gestures at the score board.
Smirker : 4 : Admetus, leiden, Visogoth, blindsniper83
Admetus : 1 : Smirker
"Could Smirker be the seventh wolf?" asks Nick. "Or is it all over tonight?"
A deafening howl echoes through the studio as all the lights turn red. The board reads "Contestant Seer" for a few moments before flashing "WOLVES WIN" over and over.
Nick applauds politely while the audience boos the remaining players. "You almost pulled it off, but I'm afraid Admetus and Visigoth had you fooled. Why don't the two of you come up and take a bow?" The wolves take center stage, beaming. The audience continues to boo them as Nick walks over to shake their hands and give each an envelope. "As promised, first class tickets back to your families. Plus a little bonus from some of our sponsors."
As the wolves are escorted off the stage, Nick turns to the audience.
"Thanks to all of you out there in viewing land for joining us for the latest season of The Wolfing Game. We've run a little long so I'm going to have to sign off. I'm Nick Lassone and do you know who the wolves are?"
And now to our newest show Deserted Island, already in progress.
"Night 1: Wolf."
"Night 2: Super Wolf."
"Night 3: Ultra Wolf."
"Night 4: Omega Wolf. This is when I really began to suspect you."
"Night 5: Alpha Wolf. You were moving up."
"Night 6: Crafty Wolf."
"How many more days are we here?"
"40. Night 7: Hairy Wolf."