Welcome to the 32 Dangerous Cheat Codes, a brand new series that will run daily between November 24 and December 25. Join us as we discuss the hazardous ramifications of some of your favorite cheat codes. Today we're cleaning up the streets and changing names with Rival Turf, a middling brawler in the vein of Streets of Rage and Final Fight. Find out why this is one of the greatest cheat codes of all time in the newest episode of the 32 Dangerous Cheat Codes.


This old drunk guy is Quinn Vickers, and he's just one of the people responsible for the 1989 prank video -- How To Get ... Revenge. This is a shockingly inappropriate compilation where the private investigator recommends everything from identity theft to getting your enemies deported by the government. And if that wasn't enough, he also outlines exactly how you can screw with somebody's social security number, effectively ruining that person's finances for decades to come.

Given his flagrant disregard for other people's futures, it's probably best Mr. Vickers was never given the level of power and control we saw in Rival Turf on the Super NES.

For those who didn't live through the 16-bit era, this was yet another beat-em-up where unlikely street fighters team up to clean the streets of punks. It was met with ho-hum reviews and never quite reached the same heights as Streets of Rage and Final Fight. But while it's forgettable in almost every way, there is one cool thing about Rival Turf that makes it stand out from all the other brawlers released in the 1990s.

If you are able to make it through the entire game and earn a high score, you can enter your name as "CHRCONF" and discover one of the greatest cheat codes of all time. It will shoot you into a mode where you can change the name of every character in the game, personalizing the experience like never before. It's such a simple idea, but one of those codes I wish could be included in every game.

However, you have to be careful with this type of power. As Quinn Vickers and his merry band of deplorables have already demonstrated, the last thing you want is some revenge-fueled maniac going around changing everybody's names. Especially when it's against their will. It's bad enough when they recommend sending gay porn mags to happily married couples or using a hose to flood the living room, but imagine the chaos that would ensue if suddenly everybody had a new name. Instead of giving people that kind of power, let's just go back to the days when leaving a bag of dog shit on a porch was considered a successful prank.