Hey Jacob, Art Vandelay here. Look, I have to pull the plug on the whole Skyrim thing. While it was hilarious at first that you actually thought that a forty second ditty about peppermints held some amazing secret, and the key to unlocking it could be found in a four hour video of some cockhead streaming Skyrim. It's been three months, you've watched and taken meticulous notes on it not once but twice, and you're still obsessing over it. It's gone beyond funny to the point of just being tragic. Honestly, and this isn't meant to be snark, it now just feels like I'm picking on a special needs kid. I actually feel bad for you, and this is probably the first time I can say that about a preachy internet fundie.
Let me give you some advice. Smarten the fuck up. Seriously, between your preaching about religion/true heirs, incredibly inflated ego and your extreme gullibility, you're painting a giant fuckoff target on your back everytime you open your mouth. Keep this shit up and you're going to end up as the next Chris-chan, and believe me, you do not want to end up as the next Chris-chan.