Occupations come in innumerable quantities. Many may have mundane jobs, such as a taxi driver or waiter, but my desire is not for the mundane but for the supernatural. Imagine a world wherein monster hunters were rare and sought for individuals, a world riddled with strange creatures for these hunters to eliminate. 

In a planet full of those who fear the dark, we would embrace it to track the beasts. In a society full of men who shy away from death, we would gaze into it's bloody mouth and dispatch it. Cheering people who would no longer dread the terrors of these monstrosities but feel rushes of tranquility as they bear us on their shoulders to celebrate our triumph. 

Armed with silver swords, bows of sleek wood, wendigo bone daggers and an array of bullets we would stand unwavering as the forest's demons march out to partake in battle. Valiant expressions steady upon our faces we stand, ready to battle the serrated claws, dripping fangs and piercing eyes of the monster. 

Peril lies in facing these creatures. Not only are the teeth, claws and weapons a danger in themselves, but also the fiend's abilities. Examples include the possessive power of the cannibalistic wendigo, the sheer vastness of the mighty kraken and the elusiveness of the Loch Nes Monster. 

Adventure and honor, glory and danger tangle themselves together in the job of monster hunter.