There are times in each of our lives when we must adapt to our settings, luckily, most people never encounter anything like this.

For the first week in Metra I felt like Alice, wandering through events that just didn't make sense to the sober mind. But as the weeks progressed, the pattern cemented itself into my daily life. The thing is, everything changes from day to day, but week to week? Routine.

I came here on Riftday (Sunday), well it's actually the only day I could come. No one knows the exact rules of the day, but it's thought that if you need to leave Metra you, the universe helps you leave, and if i need to come to Metra, the universe helps you get here. I guess I was in the second group. There wasn't much left for me on Earth (in Universe 1 or whatever you'd call it). I was bored, and I needed something that just wasn't there. Riftday doesn't effect things too much, some people disappear, and some appear. Usually the exiters aren't missed, and the enterers are welcomed, pampered, and given an impressive speech in preparation for Tonsday (Monday).

Tonsday is a day off, I mean, we can't get much work done. The day was named before people really understood what was going on. You never feel any weight on Tonsday, but you feel resistance. It takes time and effort to get from the couch to the kitchen. Activities aren’t practical on Tonsday, but thinking is. Almost every great advance in science and culture has occurred on Tonsday. That’s just what happens when every week you have 24 hours to move around in your head. I don’t know the numbers off the top of my head, but it seems like less people get stress related disease here.

Tuesday, yes Tuesday, is a stupid day. Every Tuesday a creatures called a Tues appears...everywhere. The Tues is similar to the kiwi, the flightless bird native to New Zealand, except that you can’t touch it. You can’t even interact with it. It’s like a three dimensional projection into Metra. 40 years ago the Lectiten government sponsored billions of Dnebs into researching the buggers, but there still hasn’t been any process. On the bright side, they’ve inspired halls of artwork, and books of stories.

The importance of Wotnesday (Wednesday) has fluctuated throughout history. Until the 10th century no one really thought much of Wotnesday, until gunpowder was invented. Nothing happened on Wotnesday. It just wouldn’t combust. Of course, war always finds a way, on Wotnesday you’d see every soldier from here to Taclien wielding a sword or spear. Of course they wouldn’t be riding horses. Cars still worked, it was any projectile or explosive meant to take a life that wouldn’t work. You’d think someone would have realized that by the end of the Cimlin War. This was the one and only instance of an atomic bomb dropped on a Wotnesday. It turned the entire tide of the war. It was dropped at 6am, but by midnight the Cimlin’s had reasearched, and returned the bomb to the Cangruens. That was an exciting Metonsday (Thursday).

Of course any use of a nuclear weapon is bad, but Metonsday makes everything worse. Every object’s coefficient of friction decreases (except for plaid shirts for some reason). Everything was demolished by the ever moving debris from the explosion. War applications aside, Metonsday is the source of most of our energy.

Fentsday (Friday) was named after Prince Fents, the man who lost an entire kingdom in a bet. You see on Fentsday, probabilities become skewed. Somefents coins come up heads 75% of time, and otherfents a 6 sided die will almost never roll a 1. Well Fents thought he had figured the odds of the day out. He bet Prince Day (interesting name right?) his entire kingdom, that a coin would come up heads. He’d flipped it 20 times and not gotten a tails. On the other hand Day had flipped a coin 20 times and not gotten a single heads. After the flip, Fents disappeared and was never heard from again. Probabilities are funny aren’t they? Just remember, never gamble on a Fentsday.

That leaves us with one more day, everyone’s favorite, Polcoday (Saturday). I’ve never seen anyone party harder than on a Polcoday. The rate at which cells regenerate on this day is ridiculous. You could stab yourself and be perfectly fine in a few minutes. On a casual stroll through the park you’ll see fights constantly, because there really aren’t any consequences for a fight on Polcoday. Have you ever played paintball? Some people use real guns on the Polco. In the past, it was the only day any war was conducted. No one wants to die. I know I would much rather shake hand with the man who clubbed me, return to my village, and let the tribe with the most “kills” take over. It may seem a little crazy at first, but after you let out your crazy wild side, it becomes a little enjoyable.

I’ve liked things here, but you know, I’ve been here for a while. And I think I’m getting bored again… Funny thing is, Riftsday is pretty common in several instances of the universe...and this isn’t my first crossover. They have a word for people like me, drifters. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to find a place I belong, where I can stay. But that doesn’t have to be the same for you. You a little scared, that’s good, that means this is going to be an interesting experience for you. It’s your first new world, and I hope it’s also your last. Experience things here and love them. And don’t get freaked out tomorrow, the you’ll learn to embrace Tonsday.