The Prometheum Huffers

It is said that if a soul were to venture deep within the capillaries of the Debt Collector, one could find a paradise utterly free from want, care, or toil. This is mostly said by the Promethium Huffers to idiots, who they then beat up and rob. There is no currency in 'Huffer dens', no barter system, and thus they stand to gain nothing from these robberies. This violence is without purpose, for as their name suggests the Promethium huffers huff promethium, an activity as stupid as it is lethal.

Yet to some half-lifed Huffpriests, there is secret wisdom behind their culture of neural degeneracy. That by destroying themselves, they might be elevated to a transcendent state of 'batshit consciousness', and thus be free of all worldly concerns for a time, then immediately die. It is nothing short of a nihilistic death cult. To the Huffers, there is no special significance given to Promethium as an idol or token of worship. Instead, it is inhaled for the simple reason that it deprives the ship of a resource it desperately needs. The inevitable death that follows shortly thereafter is seen as incidental.

Of course, were any Promethium Huffers lucid enough to explain their cause in detail, they'd be immediately killed by their fellows. The mere lack of purpose in itself, the purpose.

And then they would explode because they huff Promethium.