Enterbt! [Disinherited!]

Your dear, dying, filthy-rich great uncle. All those years you visited him, listened to his ramblings, his old records and his afternoon snoring, knowing that when he finally gasped his last breath, his fortune would be yours, as written in his will. Until, that is, the old fool met that ruthless young gold-digger and married her. He’s got socks older than her, but she wooed him and persuaded him to change his will. Now she is the sole heir to his estate. In one hour, the executor comes through the door and that’s it for you – nothing to show for all your devotion but a solicitor’s bill and your great uncle’s vinyl collection of Bavarian folk music. Step inside. The clock is ticking and your chance to reclaim your rightful inheritance has entered its final hour.