Chapter 3: Gandalf

"Shut up Wesley," I commanded in my most wise, wizardry tone of voice. "You had to know you would be hearing that a lot, given that you picked that name, but that is also my thoughts on the matter."

"Yes," Wesley meekly said. "But you have to understand…"

"Again, shut up Wesley," I repeated myself. "I understand why you came to me, you being of Starfleet, but still I don't understand why I should even care. Sure, we are probably the only Bobs in the Bobiverse who are even willing to communicate with your group, but that's because we just don't care about… really anything but playing our games and doing fun projects or tasks. If you want to join a campaign fill out the form and submit it like any other replicant. Otherwise, I and the gamers want nothing to do with it."

"Well, what if I wanted to run a campaign?" He said to me in an odd tone of voice. His awkwardness was amplified by the younger model Bob avatar he was using. I had to also wonder if my slightly older looking Bob avatar I was using was adding to that effect. It was a weird trend that popped up in the newer generations of Bobs, have their age reflect their position in certain groups, that I didn't even think about very much, and how that would effect interactions like the one I was currently having.

This is why was a bit taken back by this suggestion. "Well, I guess it might be fine. We are always looking for new DMs, but why?"

"Let's just say that there are certain things…" Wesley hesitated like he was trying to find the best words to use. "There is a certain story that I feel would only be possible for me to tell through a roleplaying game."

"I guess that could be arranged." This whole thing was just so odd. "Why does it feel like there is something you aren't saying."

For a microsecond it looked like a spike of pain ran threw his avatar. "I am not trying to say anything. I just want to design a campaign. You know, create a challenge for my fellow Bobs to enjoy. You know with monsters, traps, and those elements that you need to solve certain puzzles that hinder your way in the quest."

Wesley seemed to be dancing his way around the word 'clues'. I feel that there was more to this then he was telling. "I hope you know that even if we did let you design a campaign for us, we would check the hell out of it, and probably wouldn't even let you be the DM for it."

"Totally understandable," He told me. "I would just write the script and serve as the guide for it, that is probably the best option anyways."

I was hesitant in asking. "Again why?"

Wesley looked at me like he was bracing for some discomfort. "Sometimes when you can't just come out directly and say something. Sometimes metaphors are the only way to get the idea across."

That looked painful, so I lighten my tone. "Well, us Bobs tend not to get metaphors very well."

"Yeah, I know that very well," Wesley puffed out. "I guess, I'll just have to try to do my best to be creative and clear with it."

"You mentioned something about Bill before I told you to shut up, right?" I questioned him. "I am guessing you want him in the campaign?"

"Not him in particular, but someone who commands certain clout in the Bobverse." He told me. "I just want some respected by the whole Bobiverse to come to understand the content of the campaign.

I had to think about this. If this was a trap, it could be very dangerous. We might have upped our security, but being from Starfleet, Wesley, or those who sent him, might have a work around for those security measures. "Anyone else you want to invite?"

"Only serious players who knows what is at stake here." Wesley told me with conviction in his eyes.