Assuming it's solid, pure, and 1.5m (5') on each side, þat weighs 67,600 kg (149,000 lbs, or 74.4 short tons).

You have 30 minutes to move your cube.

All the people here who bought this wireless tungsten cube to admire its surreal heft have precisely the wrong mindset. I, in my exalted wisdom and unbridled ambition, bought this cube to become fully accustomed to the intensity of its density, to make its weight bearable and in fact normal to me, so that all the world around me may fade into a fluffy arena of gravitational inconsequence. And it has worked, to profound success. I have carried the tungsten with me, have grown attached to the downward pull of its small form, its desire to be one with the floor. This force has become so normal to me that lifting any other object now feels like lifting cotton candy, or a fluffy pillow. Big burly manly men who pump iron now seem to me as little children who raise mere aluminum.

I can hardly remember the days before I became a man of tungsten. How distant those days seem now, how burdened by the apparent heaviness of everyday objects. I laugh at the philistines who still operate in a world devoid of tungsten, their shoulders thin and unempowered by the experience of bearing tungsten. Ha, what fools, blissful in their ignorance, anesthetized by their lack of meaningful struggle, devoid of passion.

Nietzsche once said that a man who has a why can bear almost any how. But a man who has a tungsten cube can bear any object less dense, and all this talk of why and how becomes unnecessary.

Schopenhauer once said that every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world. Tungsten expands the limits of a man’s field of vision by showing him an example of increased density, in comparison to which the everyday objects to which he was formerly accustomed gain a light and airy quality. Who can lament the tragedy of life, when surrounded by such lightweight objects? Who can cry in a world of styrofoam and cushions?

Have you yet understood? This is no ordinary metal. In this metal is the alchemical potential to transform your world, by transforming your expectations. Those who have not yet held the cube in their hands and mouths will not understand, for they still live in a world of normal density, like Plato’s cave dwellers. Those who have opened their mind to the density of tungsten will shift their expectations of weight and density accordingly.

To give this cube a rating of anything less than five stars would be to condemn life itself. Who am I, as a mere mortal, to judge the most compact of all affordable materials? No. I say gratefully to whichever grand being may have created this universe: good job on the tungsten. It sure is dense.

I sit here with my tungsten cube, transcendent above death itself. For insofar as this tungsten cube will last forever, I am in the presence of immortality.

Tungsten is about 130 USD per kilo....

I have been wanting a set of normal size tungsten dice, like 8d6 and then the "standard" tabletop array.

The cost is definitely in the "maybe if I win the lottery" range though.

I don't know the best things to do with it, but I would be VERY excited to get that as a prize.

Think the stage floor could handle it?

It's valuable though. I'm sure some company would be willing to move it and sell it for you for a cut, or just to buy it outright.

It will go great with his stainless steel block!

Goddamnit Nile Red

That cube prolly wheighs like 40+ tonnes. At the 150€ per kilo price that i could find that would mean the vube is worth 6 million euros.

I have exes I need to gift this to.

Kinda impractical, but very valuable!

Need a few more of those to slow time down enough through gravity!

Can't exactly reforge it, so you'd be chopping pieces off of it like a stick of butter.

Or just leaving it somewhere and admiring your giant tungsten cube, which is more likely.

I want one in pink.

If that were mine I would treat it so well. Who's a good giant tungsten cube yea you're a good giant tungsten cube

Cube content good, but i prefer concrete cubes in the woods

God I wish that was me