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Episode 17/1x017

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You can trust me...

Blogger Reed
Date Posted October 6th, 2008
Forum forum discussion
Length 1:21
Description C'mon guys, seriously, I need help!
Location(s) Chicago
YouTube Tags amateur bad blood bree chapter crap cult extreme fun hymn jonas lg15 lifesblood lonelygirl15 order reed resistance sarah
Production Credits
Executive Producer(s) Miles Beckett, Greg Goodfried, and Amanda Goodfried
Line Producer Lynn Kramer
Production Assistant(s) Andrea Aguilar and Travis Prow
Director(s) Yusuf Pirhasan
Assistant Director(s) Ram Paul Silbey
Camera Kevin Schlanser
Head Writer Joshua Hale Fialkov
Vidplay Joshua Hale Fialkov and Jim Campolongo
Story Joshua Hale Fialkov and Miles Beckett
Editor(s) Jerry Pyle, Yusuf Pirhasan, James Renfroe, and Christopher Ryder
Music Supervisor Seth Jacobs
Music Artist: The Teenagers
Track: "III"
Reed Brett Ryback
LBL Doctor 1 Bryan Pisano
Adjacent Blogs
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Craptastic! is the seventeenth blog in the LG15: The Resistance blog series.


(Reed is shown running down a street.)

Reed: Crap. Crappity crap crapping crap. Ready... crapping crap. Hold on... crap.

(Reed continues to run around the city and eventually ducks behind a wall. He is panting.)

Reed: I'm just... Guess, uh, this is my life now! Running. Ducking. Behind walls. I really wish I'd tried harder during gym class. Okay, Jonas, look. I- I know you guys are dealing with your own problems, but you're not the only people dealing with something that is bigger than yourselves right now. I asked you last week. I'm asking you again. Help me. Please, help me. I c- oh man.

(The camera pans to a LifesBlood Labs representative across the street. Reed starts whispering to the man.)

Reed: Come on. Keep going. Come on. There you go. Yeah. (Camera pans back to Reed) This is not as fun as they make it look on Alias. Everywhere, these... Life's Blood people are multiplying like gremlins on steroids. I don't know what they want from me. I don't know what I did wrong. I was just trying to help you guys. That's all I wanted. I can still help you by the way. I saw what happened o-on Friday at the warehouse. If you guys just had one more person, your escapes wouldn't be so narrow. They'd be, uh, you know, wider I guess. Clean. No fuss. I'm going to try and meet up with you guys on Friday if you can find me. If you can't... uh, um, I guess this will be my last post.