by Jason Whong and Ben Spees
Ambrosia Times: Hello, and you are?
Ferazel: Ferazel.
AT: Champion of slain habnabitry, the last avenger, and menace to Xichra's vile hordes? Could it really be you? You look like you're only 70 pixels high.
F: I might not be a giant, but I've got what it takes. I'm a hero with habnabitude.
AT: So, what do you do when you're not out exterminating evil forces from the caverns? Do you like the surface?
F: I like my home. It's habitable habitat inhabited by habnabits. The surface is okay, but it's awfully bright up there. Plus, it's crawling with nasty goblins and such. Always with their daggers or their swords or their silly axes -- you'd think they'd get sick of chasing the puny likes of me around all the time, but no, they never tire.
AT: I'm told that you've been created by Andrew Hunter - tell me what it's like to have been a part of his imagination.
F: Ben came up with the concept and basic design and passed a rough sketch on to Andrew, who really fleshed me out and made me a reality. Compare the original sketch to my final incarnation -- we've come a long way! Mr. Hunter did a great job.
F: Spells... fire seeds... maybe some poppyseed muffins. I can't get enough of those things. Yum!
AT: Do you have a special habnabit that is near to your heart? Or are you still looking for the habnabit of your dreams?
F: Well, there's a certain forest nymph who's taken a liking to me. I think she's my true love. She's the only one who can see past my nose... to the real me. Sigh... But how could things ever work out between us while Xichra still reigns?
F: I'd ask him why he didn't teach me more than just a fireball spell before sending me off to save the world.
AT: What did you do to pass the time before the evil manditraki invaded?
F: Oh, you know, the usual. Studying my spellbooks. Bowling. Cricket. Eating cricket, that is. I'm fond of insectoid delicacies... a trait I've heard you share. We must have lunch some time.
AT: Dance for me, Ferazel.
F: I'll do no such thing! ...well, okay. Maybe just this once.
F: I will not rest until the Dread Queen Xichra is vanquished, the foul stench of the Manditraki is cleansed from the land, and every last goblin lies slain. Failing that, a cookie would be nice.
AT: If you could lift the veil and say hello to players out there, what would you say?
F: You mean people might read this?
AT: Is there anything that I forgot to ask you about? Now is your chance to spin the interview so that it's truly yours.
F: Spin the interview? Hmm... how about this?
AT: And finally, do you do windows?
F: Never! What do I look like, Jazz Jackrabbit?