Having reviewed the words and symbols used in, and after the gracious offer of some sort of meeting at the apparent end of all things, [where are your sources and/or evidence ? BTW], I gratefully decline the offer of dark basements, surprises, detainment, use of firearms against genitalia, and potential sadistic horror, even with refreshments.
I could probably find that closer to home, at the end of times, and save time in traffic and planes, and customs, much as I'd like to share that time with you dear. I do hope you find suitable vi participants for your kind offer.

But If the world had already ended, and we were the last survivors, needing to re-populate, I would risk it, (I do have a soft spot for you, - my brain), just as a male praying mantis thinks he had odds to get away from his mate after congress, I can improvise body armour against paint balls, and run from stinky zombies, but I'm still quite worried about the "surprises" in the basement.
And we've never heard of NZ wine in australia. ??

Probably not, but I'd expect a live broadcast of the day's festivities.