A modern reflection of the current age of humanity, I Love You, Colonel Sanders! A Finger Lickin' Good Dating Simulator showscases a modern world view hidden behind the guise of the 21st century capitalist rat-race. One driven by vexatious merge of both love and greed, pride and passion, something that fits perfectly even in a modern context derived by society. What we think of as love can only really be attributed to the human condition, one that often involves multiple fallacies by which we misunderstand and misconstrue what we see as a functional reality through the fog of capitalist illusion and allusion. Do we really love the Colonel or is it his chicken we so desperately crave? Is it the 13 secret herbs and spices or a glowing personality, proper grooming, a well fitted chef's uniform and a fondness for kindness? Only we as humans can come to such a conclusion as this game relies on meta-commentary to tell us a story of love and lust between man and chicken, breading that is grilled or fried, double-down or popcorn..... The neo-contemporary visual language used to describe the world in which the Colonel lives rivals that of which we co-exist our own, a meta-contextualization of flavors turns into a literal discription of lust turning to the age-old question, the chicken.... or the man....... yes, now we're getting somewhere. This mere "game" derives such a commentary as to act upon what we're really after which in turn becomes it's own voice by which we determine it's own words. An advertisement. Simple as that. Is the game asking us to date the colonel or is it simply telling me to go to my nearest KFC for something finger lickin' good? Only time may tell, and after a mere 4.7 hours I am left with more questions than answers not only about the state of my relationship with the colonel, but my relationship with chicken based products as well. Has my identity been compromised, has my understandings of what makes a game turned into something greater? Who am I to ask these questions. I know one thing is for certain, I love you, Colonel Sanders.