You do not talk about Stormwolf club

Samuel Clemens.
America’s first and greatest writer.
A dedicated family man, who suffered one tragedy to the next.
His brother… his son… his daughter… his wife.
Exhausted and frail, and in constant pain.
So lonely and sad. He would cry himself to sleep.
That’s when Mark Twain took over.
But you probably knew him as that lecturer and cynical humorist.
Dressed in his finest white suit, his shock of white hair and bushy mustache.
The crowds greeted him as he traveled the world.
Samuel would wake up in a new place, bloodied, confused and bewildered.
What did Mark do now?

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