#mhuwe

Cryptid of the Day: Mhuwe

The Mhuwe, also known as Mhwe, is a giant in the folklore of North America's Lenape people. Said to be an ice giant, the Mhuwe is in many ways similar to the more widely known Wendigo.

Associated with starvation and cannibalism, it is believed by some that a man who eats the flesh of another man, or who simple lost their mind out in the frigid wilderness, can become a Mhuwe. There is also a belief that if a Mhuwe is treated kindly and offered proper food, it may turn back into a human.

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From time immemorial in these here parts of the #NEPA, specifically Wayne county my #MCPF kin had made a pact with the Mhuwe...the wicked snow bastard that the first nation Delaware tribes had only whispered about. These fuckin’ beasts which defy description that look like sin and smell worse then a hobo spunking with a skunk. Well they’re making their way back to this dale via a hidden portal up there on the Irving cliff. Lately from the MCPF bunker i’ve been hearing their low frequency gutteral agitations in the morning during my morning coffee and pipe. No one is left around Honesdale that has any memory of these sick monsters. Most of the locals or old families who go back to some of the original registers during the D&H expansion and canals don’t have a clue. Actually their are other factions here working secretly doing dark ops at the Historical Society and Court hose to expunge record of these peculiarities. At the MCPF we have a file cabinet full of reports that go way back. This is certainly a hard winter, and harder than we have had in few years. With the incoming snow storm this week I’m sure these degenerate pieces of prehistoric monkey shite will make an appearance. They seem to like to do their chaotic mischief in those dark hours when town becomes quiet and all that might be heard is a Penndot truck. Honestly the lazy bastards don’t have to do a whole heck of a lot since the idiots that currently live here think its cute with their misplaced kindness to feed the deer. Fuck the deer . . . the only good deer is the one in my freezer. Trust me, if my grandfathers journals from the 30′s are correct their was a pact made with this wretched beast and his grandfather (my great-great grandfather) back in 1880′s that it and all its evil inter dimensional spawn keep the fuck out of these hills, forking streams, hollars, and dales surrounding Wayne county. 

The dedicated team here in the bunker, the last remnants of the MCPF will have to be the vanguard I suppose to keep these gangly hairy shits at bay. The after shocks and tremors of the time quake ripples out and the present and what was once the golden age of Maple City and its interdimensional Antediluvian returners overlap. The MCPF TS&R Department have been working with great effort to document these anomalies and make sense of it all. It’s hard to believe that the transmissions over the aether from my multiverse father are still coming through via shortwave. In one of the infinite realms of possibilities its hard to believe that in one of them is an atomic sterile Buzz who was able to endure his time to now...it must be kismet that our paths intersected. 

Cryptid of the Day: Mhuwe