‘Dynamo deliriously awoke to the sounds of a distant pulsing tone and the feeling of warm fluid surrounding him. Opening his eyes, the ebony hellhound found himself confined within a stasis chamber. The sharp painful sensations of a coiling network worth of tubes that were tapped into his veins and nerves were relentlessly unforgiving, injecting him with a plethora of different chemicals that all were meant to culminate into some kind of breakthrough. Though he didn’t struggle against this lap in his father’s research, he certainly wished the storm that nearly killed him when he was just a few months old actually succeeded in that task.’

Dynamo lore? Dynamo lore.