If I had access to a time machine with the provision that I couldn't use it to better the world or enrich those I cared about, I would go back, make a bunch of money on the stock market or whatever, and then spend it all buying copies of Billy Hatcher and the Giant Egg. Not all at once—from different game stores all over, spread across several months, as organic-looking as possible.
I don't have any particular affection for Billy Hatcher, but I do want to see what would happen as the industry adjusted to the reality that this weird chicken game with middling reviews was a massive commercial success, followed by the reality that absolutely no attempt to recreate that would ever have any success.
