Dimly lit & stenched, as so often referred,
a pit shut out and away, closed off and from
Silhouette projected and hunched,
radiant from glow, and denied of sun
Ambience not silence, made of two companions,
two of friend, one of foe
Fibres stiffen as worry grips,
movement occurs, if only brief
Settled and claw resting,
curiosity reigns, it draws
A moment passing,
brings with it void of light, days
Companion curled - warm,
User arched and grumbling,
A glance of hands is met with discontent,
Yet more nothing filled, as more space is wasted,
The gap above the glow fades, the pull dwindles,
Warmth left seated, the User always returns
One is followed and predicted, one returns,
crease and warmth recovered,
The glow rotates with user rhythmic,
order ingrained with time,
The last and most prevalent, Overclockers,
a dwelling outside the dimly lit and stenched pit
A second path, leads on from the first,
therein lies the heart in its thousands,
It's veins returning information,
The User injects and draws,
One vein, he draws from more than any other,
the User knows its dangers,
Enticed, he hunches slightly more,
his keen gaze reflecting the vessels fruits,
Anticipation turns to preperation,
a second vessel is taken
Here the User muses a sea of digits,
a generation to be succeeded,
and to have succeeded a generation gone,
The danger now real, the first path calls,
yet more days full of night propose themselves,
The User cares little, his mind swayed,
he knows his gain and at what cost,
His eyes rest fixated, the chosen sequence,
Her stare, lifeless
Anticipation numbed, he is prepared,
Her sequence listed, VTX3D,
The User, calls her Ruby.
Edit:
Just realised it's not funny, silly or rhyming as stated in OP,
so I assume it's invalid? 
Well here's a second, I know it said one per poster, but I'm going on the assumption that my first is invalid anyway as it doesn't rhyme and isn't funny or silly - so below is my one entry
Weeping over wasted art of mine,
Spent words, expelled talent, I'll get it right this time,
Written to mournful music, my previous attempt,
a winning story, rendered irrelevant
Now I enter this, a second piece,
beware forum dwellers, I come a poetic beast
Prepare to be doused in poetic rain,
BOOM HEADSHOT, OVER 9000 poetically slain
I'll own you all so get in line,
All your base are belong to mine,
I'm a keyboard warrior, only I've eaten the keys,
I spit them out, leaving keyboard sheathed
The lure of Ruby's power, pulls geeks from hentai knockers
The scent of Ruby's twins, draws geeks to overclockers
I speak of her dual GPU provided by VTX3D,
I'll also coat my Ruby figurine with the essence of me,
Fapping furiously to my insane fps,
The other hand caressing my Ruby's chest,
I'm a sick individual, many will understand
We have the same disease, called an upgrade plan,
Fantasies of power, clocking and cooling,
With it leaving many a geek comatose and drooling,
With the power at hand, I'll be maxing out BF3
Your screen bloodied and red, your tags belong to me
Real power comes with my hand on mouse,
Teabagging you sadly, you wet girls blouse
What kind of soldier are you with my crotch on your face?
Mmmm, that's called ownage, savour the taste
And with Diablo III finally due, my Monk awaits,
With A Hundred Fists and Exploding Palm,
My storm of win emerges from calm,
And there my dominance will reign supreme,
You lie seperated from your appendages, stumps bloodied,
Cut with precision, straight...clean
I reach to the corners of gaming space,
with leet skills having no bounds,
I run gloriously as one of the PC master race,
console peasents surround,
I want to scream, Y U NO PLAY PC?
but know the cause is lost,
So I'll simply collect my VTX3D,
and save myself the cost.
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