Pilot.... Can't get more cliché than this.

Falling from the top of a building, only to still get hit by a truck before touching the ground — yeah, I was practically built for an Isekai world.

However, instead of meeting a moon god or some lazy aqua goddess, I found myself inside an enclosed, dark space where I couldn’t move, speak, or do much of anything. I tried wiggling around, but no luck. Then — WHAM — I was tossed violently like a ragdoll and blacked out.
When I woke up, I was in a man's arm,
“Oh my, look at him, he just opened his eyes. Thank goodness he’s alright,” said a woman.
Wait, woman?  Damn she's flat.
“Ahh, thank the Nii Tsuki-sama (Twin Moon God) for the safe birth,” another woman said. This one was definitely a woman LOL.
“Well, he was born two months early… I feared it might be a stillbirth... I still can’t lactate. Where’s his father?” said my hahaue (mother, I guess).

"He went to bring milk", yaba (crap, jeez use English man), That’s a classic red flag. I haven’t even seen the guy’s face and he’s already gone. Kawaiso (..) me.
"Okay, Fels you can go to your house now, it's already 6, my husband will be back soon".
Hopefully he does.
"Yes, take care.. Ah, have you chosen his name yet, Hilde?"
"Yes, it's Wolfenstein".

Sugoi, that's a good name. Wolfenstein huh, its East European it seems, hope I didn't get reincarnated in the middle ages and it's actually a new world. Also, getting reincarnated in the womb is crazy, LoL, well at least I didn't get my conscience in my dad's bal-

(Alright, that’s enough. First of all, this story is for all ages, so no vulgarity. Second, don’t overdo the Japanese. Apart from being cringe, the rules say I can only use English or I get banned from the competition.)
You care about the competition more than my life story eh?
(Yes. I’m a CS student. I’m only writing this for the competition and because you were always bugging me in to write your story. Also, I’ll probably end it on a cliffhanger because of the restrictions.)
Crazy. Also, who’s in charge here — me or you? Are we the same person?
(No. You’re you, “Wolfenstein” — LOL — and it’s your story. I’m just presenting it.)
Hmm.
(Anyway, let’s start the prologue… ahem.)

(In the First Dawn, before Time knew its own name, the world of Eldoria was a formless sea of emptiness. From this void rose the Primordial Flames, tended by the almighty Creator, Aeltharion. With His breath, He formed the Four Lands, and with His tears, He birthed the oceans.)
Ehh, that's not proven yet though---

(Yet from the shadows of creation crept N’Vorgath, the Eternal Darkness, jealous of all life. He whispered into the nothingness, birthing the First Demons, whose only purpose was to unmake what was made. Thus began the War of the Dawn, a conflict so ancient that even the stars have forgotten its cries.)
This is clearly anti-demon propaganda by the church. Demons are actually pretty chill, as you’ll see in Arc 7. The real problem? Vampires. They treat others like cattle and secretly bankroll both the Empire and the Church. Well… that’s a spoiler. Ooops.

(To protect the newborn world, Aeltharion shaped the Firstborn—the Elves—tall, beautiful, and annoyingly wise. They were given mastery over the winds, rivers, and trees. In time, the Dwarves rose from the stone, sturdy and stubborn, carving their kingdoms deep within the roots of mountains, forging weapons that sang with power.)

(Humans… arrived later. No one quite knows how—perhaps the gods sneezed—but they spread quickly, building kingdoms on fertile plains, swearing allegiance to whoever offered the most shiny coins.)

(For a thousand years, peace reigned—until The Shattering, A tear in reality opened over the plains of Draelmor, and from it poured the Demon. Cities fell. Forests burned. Dwarven halls were drowned in molten fire. In this dark age, a prophecy emerged—The Chosen One would rise, the future king Vladimir-)

Ah, come on, the rest of that story is complete bull. The Shattering did happen, sure, but the “Chosen One”? He was just some guy made temporary head of mankind because his kingdom, Eisengard, was the farthest from Draelmor. The rest is propaganda to justify enslaving other races and kingdoms.

(But this is the info I have right now, as I’m writing your story—when you’re just born. Whatever you’re saying now is unknown to me. So what can I do?)

Well, then let me take the reins. You don’t need to dump the world’s backstory, Mr. CS Major. You can just start with me—my family, my surroundings. Let me do the talking. But before that… a break, I am hungry and want to drink milk. I’ll start explaining in the next chapter.

Also, thanks for your time reader-san. 
(Yes, thanks for your time).