Orochimaru stood in the center of the dark, musty room, surrounded by the remnants of his experiments. He was tall, with long, blackhair that fell in tangled locks around his pale face, his golden eyes gleamed with a malice that belied his calm exterior. He held a strange instrument in his hand, a piece of metal that glowed with an eerie green light, emanating from a large, blue gem at its center. This was his greatest creation, his greatest work of evil, and he savored the moment as he activated its full power. With a deafening roar, a surge of energy shot from the gemstone, pulsing through the air, and a moment later, the room erupted in chaos, as the power of his creation was unleashed upon the world. He let out a maniacal laugh, his breath coming in pants, as he beheld the destruction he had wrought. Orochimaru: "At last, my ultimate plan has been accomplished!" "He flicks his tongue like a snake."