Every Smoochum fan you will ever meet is equally as obsessed with her, as they are with their pop divas (think: Kylie Minogue, Madonna, Sophie Ellis-Bextor, etc.) To the point where they literally own everything ever based on this little cutie. In the early 2000s there was even a couture fashion accessory/makeup line released, and the items were scarce and have since inflated into the THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS. And there are people out there, paying $2,000+ for a simple little clutch purse or simple beauty compact, just with some lips pastel pink lips on it.
Jynx fans. Oh my god.. Don't even get me started on these lunatics. I noticed way back in Gen I, when I was a little tweenager, obsessed with Jynx. She was my diva, my idol, my queen. She was the Britney Spears of my Pokemon world. She slayed in game, and sleighed in the anime (heh heh). I worshiped her, and realized if I hadn't abandoned her, I would have been absorbed into her ever-growing internet cult. Today, her fans can be compared to something that of what you would find if you went to a Lady Gaga concert, and looked at the audience (or just youtube search.) They are the absolute worse men you would, could, and never should have to meet with in your life. They are the "little monsters" of the Pokemon fan world. And seemingly, they have gone unnoticed, in comparison to the spectrum of other fanbases. But they are vehement, they are loud, and they will make you hear them, if you ever find even just one. From their persistent death threats to Carole Boston Weatherford to this day, for "forcing our beautiful goddess to be whitewashed in the blood of perversion", to their lifestyle as the genwunner from hell. They HATE Smoochum, they HATE Purple Jynx, they HATE TPCi, they HATE Game Freak. And yet they purchase everything Jynx related, just so they can criticize it, call it shit, and then circle jerk to nostalgia of the glorious yesteryears of Black Jynx's reign.
