Mario's Time Machine.

Heheeyeah....

This game was such a total wreck.

Oh yeah, I remember it. Tons. I remember helping out whats-his-face invent the bifocals. I remember surfing in time and going to the stone-age where the yoshis were. Most of all, I remember beating that game and seeing that weird-ass final level, where they were developing the game, and that picture of the designer, with his propellor hat and the airplane constantly going in and out of the window. I even drew a picture of it when I was a kid because I didn't want to forget: This was the day I beat Mario's Time Machine. I wanted to remember it forever because, especially as a kid, that game was INSANELY hard, my GAWD. There wasn't really a way I could ever remember all that historical information enough to fill in the blanks whenever they asked me, so all I remember doing was clicking on the blanks, going to the wordbank, and clicking EVERY SINGLE WORD in the word bank until it worked. Do you know how many words there were? A LOT. A LOT A LOT.

Hey, I was a kid, I had a lot of time on my hands.

Jam it back in, in the dark.