Imagine the game Realpolitiks is driving down the street at high speed when suddenly a tire blows out. The car careens into the curb, flips over, and explodes. Realpolitiks is set ablaze and thrown from the car through the window of a nearby house. The house has a gas leak. The flaming Realpolitiks ignites the gas, causing the house to explode. The game is thrown violently into the street where a pack of rabid weasels, sensing the tasty barbecue, descends upon the hapless game, tearing off its clothes and ripping its flesh. At that moment The Terminator happens by, sees the weasels and, in an effort to help, levels his shotgun and fires a blast at the pack of weasels. Realpolitiks takes the full blast and is thrown backward naked into a pile of sharp razor blades. As it thrashes about, slicing itself to ribbons, a giant magnet swings overhead, picking up the pile of razor blades (and the game), and dropping them into a junkyard auto compactor. The game is subsequently brutally crushed down to a tiny fraction of its original size.

That resulting burned, torn, mutilated, crushed, non-functional, comatose remnant of a game? That's Steel Nations.