Sekai Wollker was thought to be the next great one. The chosen one as it were. But has this scrub been nothing but a great disappointment to the delight of all his haters. All fourteen of them... but what they make up for in lack of numbers, is they relish in intensity of the hate of him.

Sekai Wollker deserves to be pushed into a volcano frankly. A complete waste of a tailored uniform and barely even an Outlaw in real life.

Should there ever come a time when Sekai was to find himself without a hand and clinging desperately to a Tibanna gas mine, no one will come for him. No one would hear his pleas for help. Well, they would but honestly, no one would care. Let him fall and let the Emperor rule the galaxy in the best way he sees fit. With an evil cackle and a purple light saber. And also a weird face. Seriously. Just ugg.