The Sarkaz, Pretty Mysterious, Huh?

If you want to be born, you have to elbow Death to win. If you want to grow up, you have to elbow your way through this cannibalistic world. If you want to survive, you have to elbow your way past your sidekick's clever little bombs. If you want to devote yourself to honing your martial arts, you have to elbow the bad woman's gravity. If you want freedom, you have to elbow the Black Crown. My life seems to have gone seriously off the rails. Is there any hope for this land?